Friday, January 9, 2015

The Cloud

This poem was written for the Road Trip challenge in Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads. It holds a lot of value to my childhood because it entails some of the imaginations I had when going for a ride in the car. I'd look out the window and this is what I would see. Enjoy!

"Car Cloud" from Driver Layer

I face the wind before me on this empty
cloud

I hold no promises, but I'll get there
some how

Where would I go, I don't know

But I know this cloud will bring me
there.

Sometimes it feels like floating, above
the ground

And sometimes it feels like nothing at
all,

So occasionally I'll think I'm Peter
Pan

And take a hold of the storm-ward bow.

“Turn this ship around me matees!”

The captain calls with such mirth and
might

For there are plenty of pit stops on
this night,

Especially when the cow jumps over the
moon

Or at least for this little boy blue.

I stare at forests that travel at the
speed of light

Inside this Millennium Falcon I take
flight

Across the many galaxies and planets
alike

Like Hans Solo and my Chewbaca we make
the hike.

Where no man has gone before, so I'm
told.

Out into deep space through the
asteroids

Battles with alien ships and light
saber fights.

Yeah this here cloud isn't the best,
but hey

It served us well throughout these many
years

It covered us in warmth through the
bitter cold

It zapped away the rain when it could

And it weighed lighter than a feather
in the air

It even paid for itself in balloon
fairs.

The fluff might be tarnished and not
the same

But in the end it is my cloud, here to
stay.

Question for the Reader: What kinds of traveling adventures did you have?

My fave travels were in the back of our pickup going to and from camping trips. No need to talk, only imagine and nap. This was an awesome piece, I still fell this way while on raid trips sometimes. Thanks for participating!

I like the idea of looking into the sky and contemplating what everything means, how far away planets and other galaxies are, and what might it be like to travel that far. Even a cloud takes wonderful journeys, and I wouldn't mind riding one for a bit.